What is the most catastrophic depiction of the world?
One might have wondered, seeing scorched earth over which flowed magma-like lines filled with deadly mud that began to cover more and more of the landscape.
Whether anyone could tell what was the reason for the hellish painting was left for no one to find.
Together with the black sun that burned the skin to the bone with its rays, who in turn were ruthlessly devoured by the mud that was flowing in countless streams from the center of the black sun.
The previously lovely scenery was now awash with billions of impurities, the cries of people seemed to form symphonies to IT, and the previously lively and inhabited city looked as if after a volcanic eruption, for the buildings were left with only crumbling foundations of melted structures.
D̶̨̢͖̈́̆̐͌̕Ë̶̗͎̗̟̯͙́͂̕͠͠A̷͉̼̟͎͂̈͐̈́T̵̨̳̝͓͉̋͋͌̂̐H̷̠͚͆d̵̥̂͑Ę̴̣̪̹̀͗̑͘͝͝ȁ̵̮̣̗̞͂̀̎̏̐t̸̼̄͋̂̀͠h̷̼̼̗̝̔̉̚͠Ḑ̷̢̺̭̠̬̗̅̍̆͋e̴̳͊ã̴̡͇͉͕̖͖̇̏̈t̴̝͛̿́́͗͜h̴͖͔̀̂͑͝D̴̬̝̅̒̐͘͝E̸̲̞͂̽͒̕A̸͍̝̮͕͉̲̋͛̎̕T̵̼͠h̴̘͓͋̂̌̈́͌̀͝Ḋ̸͉̻̠̙̱̪̫͠ẹ̴̜̖̖̜̾͘͘͝á̷̮͔͆̄́̓͋T̵̫̙̊̌̓͑̅͝Ḥ̷̟̟̹̯̜̣͊D̴̨̫̓Ē̸̛̖̦͇ͅḀ̴͖̻͉͖́̈͠Ţ̷̼̺̳̘̑Ḥ̶̢̢̙͑̽ḋ̸̯̳͎̹̟̪̅̔͑͆͜Ę̶̧̟͚̀͝a̴̧̖̜̝͋͆̎t̸͍͕̕h̷̨͚̰̭͇͐̎̔͂D̶͙̍̃͋̈́͂̕ͅȩ̶̦͈̏a̷͙̖͚̗̿̐̎t̴̖̞͈̭̞̹̼͂h̷̨̜͎̮̯̲͙͂D̶̖̾̄É̷̢̩͓͎̳̙̂Ả̴̛̙̫̙͚̹̋̐̕T̵͚̻͉̗̠̆͛͗̔͘͝h̸̻̘͆͂̄D̶̩̦͍͉̬̂̎̉̉e̷̦̯̋͂͌̚á̴͓̞̲̀̅ͅŢ̵͕̣͕͈͙͓͆̅̈̀͒̂H̴̨͛D̵͕̊̚E̸͙̮͍̤̱̰̺͋̄̆̕A̷͖̥͙͌̓̌̈͝Ṱ̸̨̋͒̀̚H̸͍̥͑͛̋͝͝ḓ̴̦̫̺̼̥͐́̽E̶̫̱̟̯̯̦͆͌̿â̸̮̯͇͈ṱ̶̢̰̯̪̂̌̾̕ḣ̴̪̙̜͌Ḑ̶̜̹͓͉̖̪͆̂ě̸̪̠a̵͓̹̝͇̟̓̇̌̓ͅt̵̥̬͑̇̆̊͑͝͝ͅh̴̡̛̤̱̻̲̥̔̋̑̚D̴̼̏̌E̴̦̠̕À̸̮T̸̛̙̓̆̔̈h̸͈̭͓̱͗̽̂͐D̷̠͈͖̳̳̫͒̍ͅe̴͇̤̦͕̞̳̞̅̈͐̂a̶̪͛͂͋̀̈́̚͠Ṯ̵̭̋͆̀H̵̱̳̥͖͍͘Ḓ̸̛͉̓̏͐͐ͅẼ̸̼͓͚͉̫̘̈́̿͌́A̸̬͚̙̦̻̓̌̑͊́͘͜ͅT̸̫̮̣͚̑́̃̚͠H̸̫͍́̈́͜d̸̜̓̇E̷̦͎͈̠̠̐̍̑a̵͎͔̥̜̙͍̘̓̀̓t̴̢̨̫̋̿ẖ̶̨͉͕̣͓̉̈́̓̄̉͠D̴̡͇̪̊͘ȩ̸̲̯̩̫͐́ă̸̞͙̟̽̀̊͜͜t̷̞̭̽̈́̊͊̕̕͠ḫ̸̳̽̽̃͝͝͝D̴̨̦̭͇̣͂̈́̐E̵̻͉͂͆̍̍̀̈́͠A̴̭̠̰̋̿̔̀̿̒T̵̡̟͈̀̀̕͜ḩ̴͍̬̲͈̙̑̐̓̋̾D̶͎̦̩̺̜̲͑̎ȇ̵̳͍͕͌͂̀͆̚a̶̠͇̻̾T̸̨͝H̷͈̼͔̅̾
All trace of the human soul has disappeared, soon to be joined by the remaining inhabited places to which impurity has not yet managed to reach.
Those who managed to experience this hell before death could only think that the time of punishment came along with God's wrath.
IT should have felt the fear caused by waking up in the epicenter of this apocalypse, the black smoke from the flames filled the entire surroundings and prevented air from entering the lungs, but this didn't matter to IT. After all, IT didn't need to breathe, so what was the purpose of posing such a question?
S̶̮̭͖̲̱̺̀͂̌C̷͇͇̰̯͕̥Ṝ̴̻Ȇ̶̛͚̐́̊A̴̡̡͕̩͙̜͔̺̻M̵̡̢̛̬̟͕̆̓S̵̨̢S̷̢̢̻̫̺̰̃C̶̻̲̩̬̞̲̬̀̓̐́̒͛̂̌̿̕͝Ŗ̵̫̱́̒̄͆̆́̍̈́̾̓̈͠͝Ȩ̵̨̲̦̰̣͎̜̻̝͕̝̩͕͒͊A̴̛̱͕͎͈̲̣͑͗͛̏͆̕M̸̨̪͉̥̝̻̣͌͘ͅͅS̴͖̘͚̦̪̼̲S̶͍̰̰͇̳̳C̶̳̹̥̪̭͘Ŗ̶̢̦͙̼̗͊E̵̢̅Ǎ̷̢̨̫̙̰̖̥̞̥͇͔̲̻M̶̛̙̣̩̖͂̂̒͐S̵̡̱͇̠̦̘S̸̨̛͇͔̘̜͎̞̖C̸͍̆̍̀̓̃̿R̶̬̹͔͉̱̗͇̂̃̏Ȩ̸̛͓̘̯͚̱̦͕̤̠̄̒̓̓A̸̧̧͎͙̓̀̑̈M̸̡̠̜̘̞͚͚Š̶̨̡͔͈S̴̖̪̪̬̬̭͓Ḉ̶͕͗̃̃́̂̀͋͛̕̕͝R̸̢̢͕̱̯̙̭͖̞̰͛͑͗̌Ë̷̡̡̢͙̖̘̭̤̗͔̱̣̌̐́Ȧ̵̞̤̼̮̓̋Ḿ̴̯̦̮̻̀̌̀̊͋̃̉S̸̛̫̳͈̩̾̈́͊̂̀̀͑̌̉̈́Ŝ̴̡̬̱͎̥͉C̷̳̪͍͓̙R̴̨̡̧̼͔̥̲̼̭͛É̸̢̡̛͙̳̣͕̣̩̯͙Ȧ̴̢͔͍̫͔̱̙̫͂̈̐̆͆͜Ḿ̷̢̢̰͓̠̮̥S̸̙̤͔̳͔̦̠͙Ş̸̨͎̰̩͎̘Ç̷̧͙̬̹R̸̲̻̞̝̤̖̤͕͒̆̉̂͝E̴̛̙̺̳̻̬͈̽͒͒̍͑̇̓̈̑̕͘A̴͇͎̥̼͇̓̔̃̐̃̏̌M̵̞͇Ş̴̛̛̦̺̻̤̏́͆̈́́͋́̌̂Ş̷̢̧̱̥̥̳Ç̶̡̛̝̳̪̦R̶̨̨͈̫̳E̴̦̞͇̳̪̻̱̤A̴̺̝̺͑̇͑̓͌͋̍͌̾̈́͂͗͐̅͠M̵̡̧̧̛̺͚̤̟̮͙̰͔͉̬̠̍S̶̘̙̳̻͊Ṡ̵̯͕̱̰̜̓̈́͘͝ͅC̷̡̛̳̱̤̪̠̫̙̉͋̇͐͗̓͋́͂̓̉̐̕̚R̷̡̛͎̬̳̭Ê̷̱̞̩̾̉͒͛͒͂̓̇̈́͂̌̓̆̚Ă̵̖̳̬͍̟M̷̛̠͓̹͗̎̂͂̽͌́͋̓̈́̉̈̌S̴̢̧̰̭̯̳̲Ṡ̴̠̮̝̼͎͚̩C̴̬̳̹̞̰̮̒̾̈́̎̈͠Ŕ̵̠̎̀Ȩ̶̬̬̖Ả̵͕̜̟̣̚M̵̡̛̻̰̱͈̟̮̓̈́̎̈́͌̓̐͛̕͘͜S̷̭̩̳̜͓̝̘̐̓́̒ͅS̷̪̞̤͌͐̎͋̐C̷̞̻̙͓̠͚R̸̭̺̄̓̅̍͠Ȩ̶͐̀̊̉͐̀̋́̒̕Ą̵̨̼͉̹M̴̢̖̬͍̣̙͒́̄͗͑͑͐͂̽̽̕͜ͅS̶̡̝̗̯̰̣͓̝̲̔̔́̄̏́͜͝S̷̢̤̗̥͇̹̭͊̀̀̈́C̶̨̟̬͉͍͙R̵̛̰͚͕͇E̶̬̖̝̬̦̪͒͌͗A̶̡̢͈̯͍͍̠̼͓̦̓̅̉̾̏͗M̵̤̭̟̻̳̮̥̥͔̤͋̂Ș̵͈̦̞̩̻̩SC̸̢̧̧͇̗̘̪͉̫R̶̢͉̘̺͉̩E̷̦̒̄̓̈́Ã̸̡͚̻̘͍̣̗͉̤̓̌̌̓̌̇̽͒͜M̸̪̮̻̩͑͋̑̍S̵̡͓͉̫̉S̷͔͉̜̄͒̉̈́̍͗̔́̊̇͑͘͘͝͝C̶̙̪͕̝̺̮͓R̴̡̬̻̻̗̟͈͔Ẹ̶̩̽̊̑͂͝A̴̭͐͊M̸̡̹̺̐̾̂͘ͅͅS̷̫̻̼̭̗̘S̷̪̘̑́̌͊̈́̋̂͂̓̔͘͝͠C̸̡̛Ŗ̴̼̹̭̪̱̟̲̊ͅE̴̡͇̮̍͒̈́̈́͠͠Ą̴͎͔͖̩M̶̨̢̢̡̩͚̩̪̯̠S̸̡̧̡̬̤̭̟̙͇̭̊̋́̎͋̕ͅ
A single figure in the inferno looked at everything with newfound curiosity, analyzing everything around him and not paying close attention to the whole aspect.
Instead of feeling deep fear and desperation to survive, IT felt an enveloping warmth amid the incarnating fire, after all, it was the place of its birth.
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IT didn't understand what it was doing here, it could only embrace and hug its legs to its body, quietly, the sudden wind caused by the wave of the impact of the collapse of another building set in motion IT's white hair.
IT didn't remember its name, it only remembered its birth filled with thousands of screams, a way to understand w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶ who it was.
What was the point of ******* if no one was *****?
In a way the mad priest succeeded, if he were still alive he would certainly have a delighted smile on his face, his body long since incarnated along with the others.
The foolish hero was gone, consumed in an unending ocean of impurity.
A c*ea**re born of great e*il of h**an*ty.
The tr**st fo*m of bla**h*my, the Forged Ą̵̦͎̃͂͛̅͐̆̎͘͜ű̵̢̺̹̠̤͛ʇ̴͈͚̒̽ȋ̵͍̮̣͕̲͚͇̅ͅɔ̸̲̦͔̋̑̈́̌͊̏̍̍ɥ̷̨̘̗̙̼̥̄̐̈̅͛͌͐ŗ̸̭͙̞̪͎͎̔ᴉ̸̜̰̜̺̬͚̓͜s̵̨̢̥̰̲̠͔̏̉ʇ̴̢͔̜̔͗̊͗̾̉
IT knew there wasn't much time left, it felt a tug at the depths of its being responding to an arbitrary thought, unconsciously tearing through space and time.
This world was lost, and a black hole emerged where IT had been before, soon closed with no trace behind it except the still burning cursed fire.
IT opened its eyes, forcing its eyes to recognize the location it was in, namely a forest filled with many bushes and natural flora.
It was beautiful, something never seen before.
There was no recognition of the area and this seemed foreign to IT, completely different from the volcanic-like battered landscape in which IT first constructed its thoughts.
In contrast to the scorched and crack-filled earth, the grass was sprouting from a space around the crater and further down the path, along with multicolored flowers and green pales of wood on which the animals seemed to be running away in a hurry.
IT lacked understanding of its situation, perplexedly standing up and turning around doing a full 360 degrees, seeking out something recognizable.
Strong sensations of frustration and anger began to boil in IT, despite this newfound emotion its face betrayed no thoughts, simply looking at everything with an unaltered expression.
IT began to take slow and cautious steps, the kind reminiscent of an infant learning to walk, which IT to its new-found frustration never figured out how to fully operate this body.
Once the objective was settled much to IT's delight, the figure of ashed white began to move through the green forest, keeping watch for any possible sign of motion.
The forest was alive. IT learned by touching one of the trunks of the green things, a pale hand almost as white as a piece of paper touched the dry material. Small creatures began to climb IT's arm as if exploring the new presence before being devoured by the black-crimson mass that surged from the hand.
Paying no attention to the now-dead invaders, IT left a piece of the trunk to itself, then headed further into areas still unknown to it, not knowing its target nor its next course of action.
"▁▂▃▅▅▆▇~!"
A sinister howl made its presence known, a roar that could usually freeze the veins of your usual wanderer, who would then try to leave the forest as quickly as possible and head for the nearest shelter.
A beast shrouded in black tar emerged from behind one of the bushes, making IT stop in place, analyzing the creature hidden in shadows and feeling something scratching against its core, beckoning it to approach.
The unknown beast lashed out at his sudden action, and IT now noticed how huge its size was compared to the single animals it had seen before.
The black beast had strange bones forming something like armor around its torso along with white pointed structures resembling fangs protruding from some portions of its body, mostly shoulders, arms, and hands.
The beast's face was covered with a white mask of similar material, along with knife-sharp teeth ready to slash its prey. A pair of crimson glowing eyes met IT's stare, at first seeming to lack intelligence but after a while, a pair of claws began to scratch at the ground.
"▁▂▃▅▅▆▇~!"
IT soon found itself encircled by more representatives of the same species as the beast, their number seemed to reach a dozen, some seemed smaller than the rest and some had more bone-like structures most likely serving as a form of carapace as first was thought.
The black beasts began circling IT, feeling great confusion at the presence of an unknown being resembling one of their natural prey.
One of the beasts, much larger than the others, approached him, standing on two paws instead of cowering like a wolf on both pairs.
IT watched silently, not sensing that the beast was a threat to its being, this body neither shuddered with fear nor stood in place motionless like a stone.
The beast roared and struck with its claws, poncing at IT before...D̷̡̢̺̩͍̰͑̀̓͊̅͝I̶̫̝͂̐̔̎̽̕Ȩ̸̫͗̂̐͜͝d̷͇̣̯̟̀̏Ì̵̘̥̬̒̊͐̈́ĕ̴̯̪͕̼̤͜D̶̫͖̰͎̘̦̗͐̈́̇̆̌̒͂i̵̝̋é̷̃̈́͒̄ͅD̴̡̘̠̝͓̺̑͠ͅI̶̠͚̖̦̝͆̌͜E̴̡̠̦͗́̌D̵̛͎͎̲͒̌͋̋̈i̷̡̢̭̰̪̠̍͆ȇ̷͔̦̹̰̤D̸̬̔ȋ̷̢̧͓͆̆͝ȩ̵̨̱͉̼̀̈́̅͂͐͂D̸̼̮̞̲̟̜͖̽̍͗͋̏͝Į̷̅̕E̷͈̦̝̪͛̔͐̈́̄̒̀d̶̥̪̓i̸̢̯͙̪͔̘̳͗͊̽̎͊e̴̜̯͖͎̿.
*GROWL*
The beast weakly snarled as if burned by his very presence, then, already experienced more than the others in its existence, noticed that something was wrong with the human in front of her to be killed.
Soon IT found itself alone in the forest again while no trace remained of the dark beasts, only an echo of the previous encounter and a newly formed memory in its mind.
A/N: Hey everyone, I've decided that since I'm taking a light break from my other work FATE X RE:ZERO, this is the time to decide to make public one of my old drafts.
I have a few chapters very long ago written prepared that I found in the mess that is my PC, so why don't I share them with the class heh?
Parts of this work are usually about 1k-2k words, but I like this form even if it's short. For now, I'll upload sometimes the old drafts of this thing, and maybe someday I'll turn it into a side story who knows?